The Marriage Wish. Dee Henderson

“She’s beautiful,” he replied gravely. He hadn’t told her much when he had reneged on his offer to take her to see the play so he could take Jennifer instead, and her curiosity had to be killing her. Scott loved it. His grin told her he was holding out deliberately.

      She swatted his shoulder. “Come on. Spill the beans. Or I will tell Mom you were on a date last night.”

      “I took Jennifer out to dinner, we went to the play, and then we sat and talked over coffee at her place. I didn’t get home till 1:30 a.m. I had a nice time, and yes, I’ll probably see her again. Sufficient?”

      She grinned. “Not hardly. But you can tell me the rest over lunch. Frank’s taking the kids roller skating. You’re buying.”

      “It’s your turn to buy,” he protested.

      “Then we’ll go to Fred’s,” she replied, knowing how he hated the boring food served there.

      Scott sighed. “If you’re going to twist my arm like that, I’ll buy. Why do I love you so much, anyway?”

      “Because I’ve got two kids you adore so you have to be nice to me,” she replied with a grin. “I’ll find you after church. I’m on piano today.”

      “Break a finger.”

      She smiled, tugged his hair, and left him to finish preparing his lesson.